My Last 5 Girlfriends Page #7

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Why?

Because you are.

What are you saying this for, Gemma?

I don't know.

If anything,

I'd say it was the other way round.

You're always the one to make

an effort when there's a problem.

- You're just more self-deprecating...

- Please stop.

- Why?

- Because I've been seeing Will.

You've what?

I've been seeing Will, OK?

What does seeing mean?

Seeing Will?

For God's sake!

I've been to bed with Will!

Would madam like a beverage

or a light snack?

- No, thank you.

- Nothing at all?

- I'm all right.

- How about for sir?

No, thank you.

I can't believe this.

Tell me it's a joke.

A terrible, horrible joke.

You've been to bed with Will?

When?

How could you?

I'm sorry. I really am.

I'm just...

I'm sorry.

Gemma, please don't cry.

We can talk about this.

Here, take this handkerchief.

It'll be OK. It will, I promise.

Ladies and gentlemen, I've just

turned on the seat belt signs

as we will be landing shortly.

Let me take this opportunity to thank

you for flying with British Airways.

We hope you've had

a very pleasant flight

and will choose to fly with us again

very soon.

I'm sorry for offering you

my confusion.

I'm sorry for ruining our trip to Paris.

I am sorry for the melodrama of it all.

You were so sweet to me.

That's what made me cry all the more.

Other men would have told me

to go to hell, but you didn't.

And that's what made it

so very difficult.

There is still

so much holding me to you.

But I realise I cannot continue

to deny you the love you deserve.

It would be unfair.

It would destroy us both.

I will miss you.

Nothing can take away

what we have shared.

I simply don't wish

to continue hurting you.

And I couldn't bear for it

to slowly go stale.

I don't know where I will go from here.

I'll probably spend time on my own

over Christmas, or go to my parents.

Don't blame Will, don't be unfair.

He was only a symptom,

not the cause of what happened.

Excuse this messy letter.

Its confusion will probably be

a reminder of the way I was with you.

Forgive me, you were too good

for me. I hope we can stay friends.

All my love, Gemma.

It seemed to be

the most sensible thing to do.

- Of course, people will say...

- You'll get over it.

Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off.

Get yourself back out there.

- People drift apart.

- You're young.

You'll find somebody really,

really lovely who will adore you.

It's like a bus. One is going,

the other one is coming.

But this was important. This wasn't

something you just shrug off.

My suicide would show

the world once and for all

that love is a deadly serious matter!

I would become a martyr.

A martyr to love.

- Is there something wrong?

- Yes!

Oh, God, yes!

All right, so it didn't end like that.

I had actually only taken

Which was lucky

because it suddenly dawned on me

how unsatisfying suicide is.

All I'd wanted to do was make a point.

But why make such a scene if you're

not around to witness the result?

If you don't get to see the reactions

of those you're trying to affect.

Commit suicide and you're too dead

to get pleasure from it.

And the award goes jointly

to Duncan Anderson and Will Knott

for the Hackney Health Centre.

My work partner, Will,

can't be here this evening

because he ran off with my girlfriend.

No, he really did.

Thank you!

For months,

I saw her wherever I went.

Anything could trigger it.

Tomato paste.

A pile of cushions.

Rain on Hammersmith Bridge.

Some days I would convince myself

that Gemma and I were still together.

That any moment I could pick up

that phone and she'd be there.

- Hello.

- Hi, it's me. You wanna meet up?

I would make myself forget

that she had now settled

with another man in Battersea.

But then I'd find her hairbrush

down the back of the sofa,

and the horrible reality

would hit me again.

Then one day I drove past that

supermarket, and you know what?

It was a good minute and a half

before I remembered the link.

Gemma was beginning to fade.

I became able to think of this area

as not just the Gemma District

but as Islington again.

I threw myself into work.

Obviously, this is...

How refreshing to think

about just me for once,

about what I wanted.

This is the future of urban living.

No longer did I have to worry about

whether she would like this film.

Or what time she had to be

wherever in the morning.

In fact, who needed

this love thing anyway?

Hadn't it just brought me

heartache and anguish?

After all, I'm not the first one

to try and make sense of love.

There's been centuries of analysts,

preachers,

gurus

and writers who've tried.

And did they find a solution?

An answer to the misery

of most people's emotional lives?

So one day I decided.

I wasn't going

to play this game any more.

I didn't understand the rules

and the injuries were just too painful.

Hi.

And then I met Angela.

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